A couple of eerily quiet days later, Date #3 calls me and says that he can’t see me again.
Why? I ask.
I just don’t think we’re a good match, he says.
I ask a few more questions, and am told that this is what his father has told him, this is what his friends have told him. I can’t decide whether to ask, “You mean all those friends who didn’t invite you over on Christmas?” or point out that he should really have opinions of his own at his age, and maybe he should seek counseling so that.
Mostly, I’m just annoyed that he fired me before I quit.